Chapter 271


    Izabe said in a very low voice, "When you told me that this child was an ident and should


    never have been born, I think it''s you who shouldn''t havee into this world. Your mother should


    have killed you in her womb, or taken you away with her when she died."


    "You''re selfish and self-serving. You deserved to lose your parents and to be unloved!"


    Words can express love, but it can be just as sharp when hurting someone, like a knife that can


    leave a person full of holes.


    Two people who used to love each other so much are now hurting each other with the most vicious


    words.


    Brett was taking deep breaths, trying hard to calm his emotions, but it was no use, his blood


    seemed to have frozen, and the suppressed emotion couldn’t be released.


    If anyone else dared to speak to him like this, he would have pped them half to death by now.


    The death of his parents was his eternal wound. Even after so many years, the wounds have


    scabbed over, but even a casual thought would cause him to feel a spasm of pain. Especially when


    Izabe spoke so sharply.


    Izabe knew that Brett''s parents died in a car ident, but what she didn''t know was that Brett


    was also in the car at the time of the ident. His parents in the back seat held him tightly in their


    arms, allowing him to escape death.


    In that narrow space, for a long two hours, the car was filled with a desperate smell of blood, he was


    crushed and had difficulty breathing, passing out and waking up again, only to see the horrible sight


    of his parents'' death.


    Faces stained with blood, pale as paper, those two bodies that protected him, turning from warm to


    cold, drops of blood fell on his face and solidified in the wind.


    What was originally a hot summer turned into a bitter winter, so cold that it made people lose their


    sanity.


    Brett''s face was ashen, looking a little scary. Izabe looked straight at him fearlessly, not even


    blinking.


    In the end, it was Brett who gave in first. He was afraid that if he kept staring at her fearless face, he


    would lose control and choke her.


    He quickly nced around the room to distract himself. The room was small and simple, but very


    clean. It had a kitchen and a bathroom, just very small.


    Izabe had apparently made this ce her home in the two months she had been away from him.


    There was still a smell of cooking in the kitchen.


    The living room and the dining room werebined, with no distinction, one table, two stools, and a


    sofa. From his perspective, he could see her bedroom.


    There were clothes scattered on the floor, probably because she was in a hurry to tidy up but didn''t


    have time.


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    Overall, it was barely livable.


    "You don''t seem to have much to pack up, so juste home with me," he said, reaching out to


    take Izabe''s hand, but she dodged back.


    "I''m not going back."


    Brett was already in turmoil from her earlier words. His eyes instantly darkened, his chest heaving,


    his neck veins exposed.


    "Say that again," Brett''s voice remained steady, without a fluctuation, like the calm before a storm.


    "I''m not going back." Izabe gave a bitter smile, "That''s your home, not mine."


    Brett said they were husband and wife, that it was their marital home, but she had never felt the


    warmth of home there, it was more like a cage imprisoning her.


    She was not his wife, just a pet, she could be required to be sterilized and disyed only thest


    message:


    Izabe had always felt the barrier between her and Brett, but she didn''t expect the gap to be so


    large, as if even using a lifetime, the two could nevere together. When two people with


    ipatible worldviews can''t be together, it''s better to separate. But she underestimated Brett''s


    possessive desire.


    "Izabe, I''ll only say this once, I have ways to make youe home with me, but I don''t want to


    use violence on you," Brett''s voice was icy.


    Tears welled up in Izabe''s eyes, she held her breath involuntarily. Those words brought a familiar


    numb and dull pain. Her eyes reddened, and there was a bitterness in her throat. She struggled to


    hold back, forcing a smile, her voice filled with sobbing, looking rather ugly.


    "So this is your true face, Brett?"


    "I must have really put you out, having lost my memory for so long, forcing you to put on such an


    act."


    "Look at you, saying that you love me so much, yet you''re the one who hurts me the most, not


    sparing a single harsh word."


    "Brett, I''ve been gone for over two months, have you ever truly cared about me? Were you worried


    that I would have an ident on the road, or that someone would bully me? Did you worry whether


    I had medicine if my stomach ailment red up, or whether I might vomit blood from the pain in the


    middle of the night?"


    Brett''s lips formed a straight line, his eyes flickered but he said nothing.


    Izabe forced out a sentence from her throat, answering for him, "You didn''t, you were just thinking


    about how to get rid of my child, or hoping that the baby would disappear due to the bumpy journey.


    You probably didn''t expect my child to live to four months, he''s even very healthy and can move."


    "You''re right, these past two months, I''ve been thinking about how to get rid of the child!" Brett was


    so angry he wasn''t listening to anything. Since Izabe refused to go with him, he decided to use


    force, even if it meant kidnapping her.


    Suddenly, one hand grabbed Izabe''s throat, Izabe''s body tilted back due to the momentum, and


    she was scared to death, like a stranded fish, subconsciously protecting her belly with both hands in


    the face of danger.


    Brett easily caught her waist, even pregnant her waist was still so small. There was a slight bulge in


    her belly, Brett unconsciously softened his action when he touched her belly. Wrapping one arm


    around her waist and clutching her throat with the other hand, he pulled her out.


    Bodyguards in suits and leather shoes had been standing at the door for a while. One of them held


    a box. When they saw Brett bring Izabe out, they immediately surrounded her and controlled


    Izabe''s squirming body.


    The bodyguard opened the box quickly, it contained several drugs. He prepared the syringe and


    grabbed Izabe''s wrist tightly.


    Izabe had no time to react. Her chin was tightly grabbed, and she couldn''t make a sound. She


    could only watch as the bodyguard inserted the needle into her arm.